Brendon: A Fictional Narrative

After walking into the museum, you see the first exhibit- modern art. Ripping off a band-aid quickly is a great example of how it felt moving through this exhibit “analyzing” this “art”. While walking around, each piece just got more and more complexing but what was more of a conundrum

“Hmm?? Oh, Hi Jimmy, how was school?” asked Tyler McCrae with a smile coming to his face and a twinkle to his eye.

“They didn’t say,” Jared revealed. “This could be a good thing.” Jared looked to both Claire and Melendez for reassurance but instead was greeted with blank faces. “I just mean; if he was hurt, they would have told us. Right?”

“Wonderful reading, Seraphina. It is great to hear your voice in class. I suppose Brendon didn’t hear a word did you, Brendon? I really would appreciate it if you paid attention, Britany, read on.”

“How cute… Fine, I’ll give you what you want.” Zach pulled Tyler’s legs into the air and unbuckled his jeans in a few quick steps, sliding them down and revealing the other’s hardening member prominently displayed against the black backdrop of his boxers.

“Oh,” I gulped, trying to grasp that. My thoughts felt poised, not able to attached to anything solid. “So—”

“Sorry,” he said, rolling his sleeves down and untucking his shirt. “I guess you’re going to have to see if there’s anyplace on my back you can use.” He leaned forward and lifted up his shirt, and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the feel of her cold, rubbery mouth

Eliza walked close to Erond’s side , fear fluttering in her stomach. She was literally about to walk onto a battleground to fight for an elven land she had been accepted into and now lived there. She tried not to think about her old life, and her mom, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how hurt her mom would be if she never returned. She sighed and moved closer to Erond. He didn’t move away and she could feel his muscles ripple under his chain armor, brightening her spirits, but not enough, she still had a pit of fear in her stomach that wouldn’t go away. Before long, Eliza began to see the beginning of an entire army ahead of her sprinting and war crying towards them. Erond looked at her and said”don’t leave my side, and remember, no matter

“Yup!” he sets them down onto the coasters and joins you on the couch with a plop. He buries himself underneath the fleece, wrapping his arms around your front and his legs around your legs.

Brendon woke up in excruciating pain he called for his mom ,and all there was ,was silence .So after that he decided to limped down the stairs to the kitchen .Then he screamed he saw a strange tall skinny me wherein a long black coat standing in the middle if his kitchen .Then he woke up in in fear so he yelled for his mom ,but when she came in she was not happy “if this is another one of your nonsense dreams i am done, i am tired of hearing them”

This room was not as inviting as the rest of the cottage; it was dark and cluttered, full of scribbled notes, books, and black pens. The oak desk that dominated the small space was stacked with teetering atlases and thick encyclopedias. Directly behind the desk was an impressive arched window that revealed a dark garden with a high, leafy hedge separating the cottage from everything around it. Julius quickly plopped into the cushioned chair behind his desk and began poring over the book he had just purchased. It was a matter of seconds before he found what he was looking for and when he saw the words printed on that particular page, he leaned back and stared glassy eyed into space, stunned by the results of all of his

Mr.Haywood stood demanding everyone's attention.the man had an intimidating persona. Malik instead of paying attention zoned out to the sound of music while focusing fully on the sketch in front of him.he absent-mindedly flicked dark lines of hair onto the head of the angry teacher; he had probably finished the drawing five minutes prior but continued to go over it added fine details, out of boredom if nothing else.a looming shadow blocked his light Malik's shot my head up only to see Mr.haywood. He leaned down twisting his finger around my headphones,so it would pop out of his ear. He looked down at my sketchbook plucking it up carelessly showing it to the class.

Thea's room is a utopia for music-driven recluses. The walls are a deep cherry-red, sprinkled with various posters- mostly of abstract art and bands. Her comforter rests across her bed, even though she didn't clean it, and resulting were lumps of various shapes and sizes. A desk sat in one corner, illuminated by her laptop, and covered with wadded up pieces of paper and pens. Shelves cover two walls, jammed with books, overflowing onto the floor in front of them. She jumps as the fragile knocking on her door echoes through the room, only illuminated by her reflection.

tyler eagerly does so, burying his ruby red face in the blankets. brendon greedily grabs his ass, savoring the feel of it. tyler moans as brendon tugs his cock.

In an hour there was a transference from the the object (where’s the art?) to subject (me).” “The room which they are locked is, if my information is correct, an art room.” (Brian O’ Doherty)